Category Archives: Poetic Intent

Sitting behind the tall windows, staring at moving pictures of people walking back and forth down Harvard Sq waiting for my Americano to cool down. A chinaman argues with an Iraqi over parking validation a block away. A homeless, negro … Continue reading →

Grandpa died like an antique taking 25 years to leave. I remember him only broken. so, I don’t know why I bother collecting the pieces. if I had them all I wouldn’t know how they fit. instead, I assemble a … Continue reading →

A Blessed Man walked up to me a ragged backpack slung over his left shoulder a handrolled cigarette between his remaining eleven teeth -smoldering letting out pathetic wisps of smoke. “Let me cut the bullshit,” he said. “There … Continue reading →

Saving the Children swam Her way through the crowd with perky breasts bouncing happy as Her smile. Pink flip-flopped feet on tip-toe She scans a sea of Businessheads hoping to catch their eyes. “Hello,” She says arching Her back for … Continue reading →